Wakeup Differently - Part 2

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I looked for the packages that Carla had brought up before I had gone to sleep, but I couldn't find them.  I picked up the phone and called  Carla at the store.   

 "This is Carla, May I help you?"

"Carla, this is Les Leigh in cabin 03." 

"Yes Ms. Leigh, I heard you were feeling better; how may I help you?"

"Carla, you brought up some clothes a while back.

 Do you remember where you put them? ""Bobbi and I put them away after we helped you to bed. You'll find your underwear and swimsuits in the dresser, and some casual and formal wear in the closet." 

"I looked in the closet, and all I found were Bobbi's things." 

"Bobbi is in cabin 102, just across the hall. Her things shouldn't be in your closet. Why don't you look again?" 

"Thanks, Carla, perhaps I didn't look on the right side." 

I was afraid that I might get Bobbi into trouble. I was sure that the management didn't approve of their employees co-habituating with quests, so I didn't pursue the subject. As I hung up, there was a knock at the door. 

"Who is it? ""It's Bobbi. Are you ready yet? "I opened the door a crack and peeked out. "I'm running a little late. Do you need any of your things?"

"What things?"

"The things you left in my closet." 

"Are you sure you're alright? You better let me in." 

I opened the door and in walked Bobbi in a gorgeous red evening gown. I took her by the arm and led her to the closet. 

"These things," I said. "Ms. Leigh, those are yours, honey. 

Now, will you get dressed so we won't miss dinner?"

"Bobbi, these are women's clothes."

"Darling, haven't you looked at yourself in the mirror? You've undergone some changes since you came on board. Sit down and I'll explain."   

 She sat me on the bed and began to tell me about what had transpired in the last month and a half.    

My good friend Diane had sent me on this cruise and told the staff to do whatever it would take to fulfill my deepest fantasy.  

Through Diane's suspicions, the computer survey, and questions during my drug-induced coma, they had decided that I would become the woman of my dreams. Bobbi admitted that they were just getting started.  Since the beginning of the cruise, I have been given mega doses of female hormones and testosterone blockers.  

My hair had been restored through a combination of techniques including transplants and a new drug not yet approved by the FDA.  She said that they were all very pleased with the results of the hormones but that now that I was awake they would proceed with an extensive surgery schedule.    

As I listened to Bobbi I realized that I had once told Diane about my fantasy of being a woman.  Ever since I was a child when I went to bed,  I would pray to God that I might awake as a girl.  

When I was making love to a woman I would fantasize about what she was feeling.  As I grew older I actually began to take hormones that I had smuggled out of  

Mexico. Realizing that Mexican pharmaceuticals were not my smartest move, I once again put the fantasy on the back burner and started to work on back-to-back projects and I became obsessed with my work.    

"Surgery?"

"Yes, we have a plastic surgeon on board. We have you scheduled for breast, hip, and cheek augmentation in two days. 

Genital reconstruction is in a week. The only surgery we could do while you were asleep was a reshaping of your calf muscles and feet, and we did a bit of vocal cord adjustments. 

We did appreciate how cooperative you were during all the electrolysis. You won't have to worry about a five-o'clock shadow anymore, anywhere.  

Now let's get you dressed so we can go to dinner."    

I guess I was still in a state of shock as she led me to the dresser and opened the top drawer.  What I saw was the most beautiful collection of women's, my underthings.  She pulled out a matching set of blue corset/bra, and panties.   

She helped me put on the corset and she pulled it tight.  She told me to take a deep breath and exhale.  

As I emptied my lungs she gave the laces of the corset a final tug and tied them off in a little bow. 

 I was shocked to see that the cups were not only full,  but it caused me to have some ample cleavage.  Bobbi caught me staring at my chest.    

"You're bigger than I thought but just wait until you get your new  boobs, We'll have to go shopping for new lingerie." 

She continued to dress me and my mind was overflowing with erotic sensation. As she pulled my panties into place she paused and stroked a very limp "Fred" I  was charged with excitement but there was no reaction below my waist.    

She tucked little "Fred" between my legs and pulled the panties into place.  

Next, she pulled out a pair of sheer black stockings and rolled them up my slender legs.  

"You really do have nice legs, Ms. Leigh." I  placed my hand on Bobbi's cheek. "Please don't call me Ms. Leigh."  

Bobbi looked me in the eyes and gave me a little peck on the cheek.    

"How about if I call you Leslie? 

"She walked to the closet and pulled out a glamorous black evening gown. "This should do nicely for a quiet dinner." 

Bobbi helped me step into the gown and she zipped it up in the back. She circled around me and said, "Honey, you've got a body to die for, but you still need some work." I started to turn toward the mirror, but Bobbi caught me. 

"No peeking until I'm finished." 

She threw a towel over the vanity mirror and sat me down. Opening the drawer of the vanity, she pulled out some make-up. She glanced at her watch and jumped up.  

"I'll never finish in time. I need some help." 

She picked up the phone and whispered into it. She hung up and returned. 

She began to powder my face as the door to the room opened. Three beautiful women entered the room. I recognized one as Carla, the girl who brought the clothing. The other two were introduced as Trudy and Kim. 

All four women huddled for a moment, and then they all went to work. Bobbi continued to work on my face. Carla began to work on my hair. Trudy gave me a manicure. Kim ran to get whatever the other three requested. "Ta Da!"  Bobbi removed the towel from the mirror and admired her work.  

There in the mirror, I saw five beautiful women, one of which was me.  I  was speechless.  

These women had turned me into a fashion model.  My hair was pulled atop my head into a very feminine style exposing a very slender neck.  

My lips were plumb and crimson. 

 My eyes we hypnotic,  being outlined in kohl black, and my lids in various dark earth tones.  Hanging thingy above my eyes, my brows screamed 'feminine'. 

All that remained were two graceful thin arches.    

My nails were shortened, but still long. They were shaped in a very feminine style and glazed in a red finish.  The effect was truly amazing.    The girls helped me to my feet and walked me to the full-length mirror on the closet door.  Kim selected a pair of shoes.  

They were black satin pumps with little two-inch heels.  

"You really should wear a  higher heel with this outfit, but these will do until you learn how to  walk in heels."  

The other women were selecting jewelry for the evening.  They put two rings on each of my hands.  

A gold and pearl necklace was placed around my neck.  

Some heavy matching earrings were placed in my ears.  Bobbi broke my trance, "I hope you don't mind but we pierced your  ears for you."    

The woman walked me around the room while I adjusted to my new shoes.  The tightness of the dress and corset and the height of the heels made walking a whole new experience, but I soon was getting around without the support from the others.

I was amazed at how sensuous I felt as I  moved about the room.    

"Let's get going. We're already late for dinner." Panic stuck with me as I realized that I was being asked to take my fantasy public. 

"Why don't we just have dinner here in the cabin?" 

I pleaded. Bobbi copped a determined pose. 

"Not on your life, Leslie. We're going to the main dining room to show you off. The whole crew has been worried sick about you, and they are expecting your debut." 

"The whole crew knows about this? 

How can I go out? I'm a man dressed in drag! "Bobbi put her hands on my hips.

 "Darling, don't think of it that way. You're a woman in somewhat male form in the proper attire. 

Very soon we'll be able to drop all of that male definition from the equation."

I began to question everything that was happening."

What about my career? 

"Bobbi held me a little closer. 

"Diane knew that would be your big concern and has taken care of all that. Two weeks into your vacation, we learned that you had died in an accident at sea. All the papers picked it up. 

A new identification has been prepared for you. 

We've even given you a history that cannot be traced. As far as your career, Diane wants me to assure you that you will have no shortage of work when we return." My emotions spilled over, and I began to sob. Bobbi pulled me close. 

"Don't worry, honey; I felt the same way when I took my first cruise." 

Shocked, I pulled back and sat on the bed. 

"You used to be a man? "

Bobbi walked to the chair and sat down. 

"Well, not really, but yes. Like you, I used to have a man's body. I signed on with the line four years ago. In exchange for the transformation, I signed on for two years at sea. 

When my two years were up I decided to stay on.  I've never been happier.  

Now I am in charge of special fantasies such as yours.  

As a matter of fact, Carla,  Trudy, and Kim all came to the cruise line as clients. Now, let's fix  your make-up and go to dinner."    

She walked to me and dabbed the tears from my cheeks.  Then she touched up the damage I had done and escorted me out the door and toward the dining room.      

 Her life is in your hands. 

As Bobbi closed the door to the cabin I was suddenly consumed by a feeling of great fear.  Here I was, for all intents and purposes, a man in drag, preparing for all the world to see right through me.    

"Bobbi,  Maybe this isn't a good idea."    

"Don't be worried silly, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.  Let's go get some food.  Give it a few minutes and if you don't feel comfortable we'll head back to your cabin.  Trust me, you are the prettiest lady on  this ship."   

 Bobbi's statement caused me to blush, but the tone of her voice told me that I was not being set up to take a fall.  She took me by the arm and began to guide me down the hall.  The new shape of my body and the heels that I was wearing forced me to walk with an unstable swish.   

 Don't take such big steps, You'll find that the trick to heels is to  take dainty little steps., placing one foot in front of the other."      

Before continuing down the hall I practiced a bit with my new situation.  

As I grew comfortable with my new walk and the bounce of my buns we started on our way.    

"Because I know better, I'd say that you were enjoying this."    

I smiled at Bobbi's comment and took her by the arm.    

"Let's hurry up and get going before I chicken out." As we entered the dining room, it went silent. 

"LADIES, IT IS MY PRIVILEGE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MISS LESLIE LEIGH." 

All heads turned in my direction. 

After a moment that seemed like an eternity, everyone stood and applauded. Bobbi took my arm and escorted me to our table. 

On our way, I received little hugs and kisses from what seemed like a hundred attractive women. 

The room went silent only after we reached our table and sat down. 

"Now wasn't that easy?" 

"Bobbi, this may seem like a strange question, but why are there only women in here?" 

Bobbi giggled."

Not all of these folks are women; some are women, some are men who enjoy wearing sexy clothes. You, my dear, are very special, and everyone is happy that you finally joined us." 

Dinner was delicious, but I could hardly keep my eyes open by the time dessert was served. The evening became a blur as I realized that I was unable to keep my hold on reality. 

As I dreamed that night, I saw myself meeting myself. My male self was wandering naked in the darkness when another figure appeared. It was my female self, dressed in a long, flowing gown. 

She, I mean I, began a conversation with him, I mean me. She exuded a confidence that he lacked. Taking the initiative, she pulled him close and kissed him deeply. 

Her hands explored his body. She laid him on the ground and made love to him. The moans of pleasure were in perfect unison and built to a glorious climax. 

He looked deeply into her eyes and said one word, "Yes." She kissed him, and he dissolved into space. She stood and brushed the hair from her face. 

"Now we are one." 

I awoke in my cabin, the brightness of the day peering in through the windows. I pulled back the cover to find that I was wearing a satiny little nighty.

 My hands began to caress the fabric and the new body that was underneath. I felt strange yet terribly excited as my hands reached my growing breasts. 

My nipples hardened in response to my caress. 

One hand began to explore other regions of myself. I felt velvety smooth skin at every touch. My hand slid from my breast as I gently arched my back. Lower, inch by inch, taking in every sensation. A flat, smooth stomach and a thin waist. hips that were round yet firm. 

My hand moved toward my crotch, not wanting to awaken from the fantasy but having to know what remained of my former self. I was ripped out of my fantasy body tour as I discovered Fred. 

He was still there but had become smaller. The term "pencil dick" popped into my head, but this pencil had been in an electric sharpener for a little too long. 

My balls couldn't be found. 

Not just hard to find, but gone. Trust me, I knew where I had left them. I ran to the bathroom for a closer examination. As I got up, Bobbi entered the room. 

"Good, you're up. We've got a big day ahead of us."

 "Bobbi, what happened last night?" 

"After we came back to the cabin, you passed out. You looked so dear that I just undressed you and put you to bed." 

"No, I mean, Look." 

I held the loose skin that had contained my balls for her examination. 

"MY BALLS ARE GONE."

 "Oh yes, Dr. Sullivan thought it would be a good idea to get a head start on your procedures. 

All it took was a small incision and a few snips and "TA DA." Besides, you must get out into the sea air. You've been couped up in your cabin too long, and there's no way we could hide those old things in this." She held out a couple of very small pieces of fabric. 

"What's that?"    

"This is a little something I bought for you.  You're going to be so  cute!"   

 Bobbi took a step towards me and held the bottoms up to my body.    

"It looks like we may have to get rid of that hair around your bikini line." 

She turned me around and headed me back toward the bathroom. 

She had me sit on the edge of the vanity and spread my legs. She opened the medicine closet and pulled out her supplies. 

First, she trimmed the area with some scissors. Then she applied some shaving cream to the area. 

As she rubbed it in I found myself enjoying the whole experience. 

 I closed my eyes and began to feel the energy of her touch. I felt the coldness of the razor's contact with my skin. The pressure was building inside me, and I found myself moaning in ecstasy. 

My body was writhing with pleasure. I began to massage my budding breast when I felt the warmth of Bobbi's mouth in my crotch. She kissed what was left of my former sex. 

My head was telling me that I should have a rock-hard erection, but my senses were telling me a new story. 

I collapsed as every muscle in my body tensed and released. As I regained my senses, I found Bobbi resting her head in between my legs. She looked up at me and smiled. 

"I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't help myself." 

When she lifted her head, she exposed the fact that she had done a little more than cleaning up my "bikini line." There was no hair left around my diminishing manhood. Before I could say a thing, Bobbi bounced to her feet. 

"This suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. I figured we should play it safe. Besides, you have recovered faster than we thought, so we've moved your surgery up and we would have to shave the area anyway." She put her hand on the newly denuded skin."

I really enjoy the feel of shaved pussy." She bent over and gave me another little kiss. I finally was able to gain enough composure to comment, "Bobbi, I think that this is really what I have always wanted. I love my new body, and I think I love you." Bobbi smiled from ear to ear. 

"Honey, you are moving a bit too fast. When we're finished with you, every man will want you for his own. I do like you, but let's take it slow. O.K.?" 

I was a little embarrassed and a little hurt that my emotions were so one-sided, but I realized that she was probably right. 

I was experiencing so many new feelings that maybe I had jumped prematurely. A tear ran down my cheek. Bobbi took me in her arms and gave me a hug. 

"Let's get going and enjoy the day." 

She helped me with the suit. The bottom was no more than a triangular piece of fabric with a string attached to each corner. 

She tied the three strings together in the back and snugged the sides up on my hips. She placed her hand on my crotch and gave it a little rub. 

"See how pretty and smooth you are?" 

Then she handed me the top, which I put on with only a little difficulty. My breasts were getting bigger every day and were peeking out from all directions.  

Bobbi stepped back to take it all in. 

"Girl, we need to get you some sun. Your new body is crying out for a tan." 

She walked to the closet and pulled a cover-up from its hanger and a bag from the floor. She placed the bag on the bed and handed me the sheer cover-up. 

She then got a pair of strappy sandals out. She sat me on the corner of the bed and lifted my leg by my calf. She then slipped the sandals on my feet and pulled me to my feet. 

She then did a little fix on my make-up, and we were off to the pool. We drenched ourselves in the warm sun and talked about what I had to look forward to. 

As we laid on our backs she explained that the operation was normally done in stages, but that the ship's operating room had the latest "state of the art" equipment so there was less shock to the body.  

All incisions would be made with a computer-controlled laser.  The technology was so innovative that it left no scars and healing was incredibly fast.  

Most of the incisions would not even require any stitches.  She assured me that Dr. Sullivan's technique was the best in the world and that everything would be just fine. 

The conversation  then turned to "girl talk."  

We gabbed about clothes, hair and make-up. 

 After about half an hour we turned over and got some sun on our backs.  

The fullness of my breasts under my body felt a little strange at first, but I soon found it somewhat intoxicating.  

As I relaxed in the heat of the sun I felt a warm hand on my back.   

 "We don't want you to burn. 

Let me put a little oil on you"  

She untied the strings to my top and began to massage some oil onto my skin.  I  found myself relaxing to her every touch.  I then felt the strings to my bottom fall to my sides. I felt her hands slide over my buns, caressing them gently.  

I was in heaven!  Without thinking I spun around and grabbed Bobbi and kissed her with every bit of passion I possessed.    

She melted in my arms as she returned my passion.  As I released her from my embrace we both realized that my top and bottom were lying on the deck.  We looked at each other and giggled.    

"Bobbi, I've got to have you now."    

She returned with a sly smile and the offer of a large towel.    

"Let's go, lover."    

We jumped up and practically ran to my cabin where I wasted no time in getting back to where I had left off. 

We were in perfect sync with each other. Our souls seemed somehow entwined, and we explored each other, leaving no flesh unloved. I awoke in Bobbi's arms. 

I felt so warm and loved. Bobbi kissed me on the back of my neck. 

"Today's the big day. Come on, sleepy head, Dr. Sullivan is expecting you at 10 a.m. sharp." 

I got to my feet and did a little stretching.  

"Bobbi, will you be with me during the surgery?" 

"Honey, I will be with you until you grow tired of me. I was wrong to question your emotions and twice as wrong to question mine. I do love you." 

There was a knock on the door, and in walked a young woman in a nurse's uniform. 

"Miss Leigh, it's time to get you prepped. Are you all set?" 

I practically jumped into the wheelchair that she offered, and off we went. I was soon being prepped for the surgery that would finally rid me of a life that never seemed to fit quite right. Dr. Sullivan leaned over, gave me a few reassuring words, and then turned to the nurse. "Miss Leigh this will let you sleep during the procedure."   

 She placed a plastic mask over my nose and mouth.    

"Take a deep breath and please count down from one hundred."   

 I took a deep breath and looked into the nurses eyes.     As blackness flooded my consciousness I heard Bobbi's voice.  

"I'll be here if you need me.  I love You."  These were the last words I heard as my blackness changed to white.     

When reality and I once again joined I was sore all over. From head to toe, I had a dull ache.    

"Did everything go well?"   

 "Darling things went terrifically!"    

Dr. Sullivan said that you were strong enough to finish all the procedures.   

She actually was able to use some new techniques that I am sure you will be pleased with. Dr. Sullivan will be here in a while, but for now, just  relax."   

 I closed my eyes and followed Bobbi's suggestion.  I couldn't move anyway.  I was able to see that I looked like a mummy.  I was wrapped from head to toe in gauss wrapping.    Dr. Sullivan moved into my line of sight.    

"Good evening Miss Leigh,  I just wanted to stop by and let you know how everything went.  

You have undergone some major plastic surgery in the last few hours and if I do say so myself. I did my best work ever.  In addition to the genital reconstruction, we gave you a size C set of breast implants.  

With all of the hormone treatments you've had, they look very natural.  We also inserted some implants around your hips and buttocks.  I decided that while we were at it I'd work on your lips,  cheeks, nose, and eyes a bit.  

I hope you like my work when you see it.  Your entire body is covered in one of my little tricks.  

I use a cream that acts as a preventative measure against infection.  It is loaded with a topical hormone that will allow for quick healing, no scarring, and best of all, smoother skin.  

I will be back in the morning to remove the bandages and check out my work.  

Tonight, just rest and dream of your new life." She then gave me two shots. "The first shot I gave you will help you sleep tonight and ease any discomfort you may feel. The second was your last megadose of hormones. 

It contains an activator that will begin the flow of hormones from the time release unit we implanted." Dr. Sullivan continued to talk as her image blurred and my mind once again faded to white. I awoke the next morning and was feeling great. 

All the aches from the night before had disappeared. I was a little apprehensive about what I would find under my wraps. I had seen pictures of people who had undergone minor plastic surgery, and they were all black and blue for weeks after the procedure. 

I was preparing myself for the worst when Dr. Sullivan entered. 

"Good, you're awake. As soon as Bobbi gets here, we'll see how we did." 

No sooner had she uttered Bobbi's name, than the door opened, and in walked Bobbi and Carla. "Hi hon, how are you doing? 

I brought Carla with me to get your new measurements. We need to get you dressed for tonight."    I heard the click of the scissors as they cut the bandages on my legs.  

As the bandages were removed up to my waist there was a gasp in the room.  

My mind raced thinking that something had gone terribly wrong.  

I  went into a mild state of shock until the bandages came off my chest.  The room broke out in a simultaneous cheer.  Bobbi leaned towards me.    

"YOU ARE GORGEOUS"    

Dr. Sullivan helped me sit up and I was able to see my legs.  They were wonderful.  They tapered up to very voluptuous hips.  

Dr. Sullivan then removed the bandages from my head and once again there was a little cheer.  Bobbi handed me a mirror and I tentatively turned it to my face.  The image that met my gaze was that of a true beauty.  I was speechless as the girls helped me to my feet.  They escorted me to the full-length mirror and I felt my knees go weak. 

Staring back at me was the woman I  had seen in my dreams.  This was the woman that I had searched for all my life.  I had never imagined that I was my perfect woman.   

As I stood admiring my image Carla went to work.      

A tape was looped around my body. 

"Hips, 36 Waist 25, Chest, 36C. She smiled at me and gave me a little peck on the cheek. "I'll be back in a bit with some new frocks." 

She bounced out of the cabin. 

"Well, what do you think?" Dr. Sullivan broke me from my trance. 

"I look,. wonderful.  I was afraid that I was going to be bruised all over." 

"My technique and the use of the post-op cream eliminate most all trauma to the affected tissue." 

My hands began to explore my new body. I examined my crotch, and it reminded me of a pre-pubescent girl. There was, of course, no hair, but it was all female. 

My shape was even more feminine than before the surgery, and I found myself exploring every newfound curve. 

My hands moved up and caressed my breast. They could no longer be termed "budding." They were full and very womanly. It was going to take a while before they felt natural. 

Still higher, my hands reached my face. I traced the outline of my full lips,  felt the fullness of my cheeks, and fell in love with the way my eyes had been brought out.  I imagined myself being the face of a Cosmo in the very near future. 

I was so into myself that I had forgotten that Bobbi was in the room. I turned around and found that Bobbi was as "into" my new body as I was.

 I squealed and shocked Bobbi by grabbing her.    "I hope you like my new body as much as I do," said Bobbi, still a little shocked by my sudden attack. "Girl, I love it.  I wish I looked as good as you do.  I'm going to have  a battle to keep the men away from your cute little body."    

"I can see that you're doing just fine. Come see me before we dock.    

"Dr. Sullivan turned and left the cabin. Before the door closed Carla came back in with two other girls.  In a rush of modesty, I tried to cover up, but I found that I no longer had enough hands to cover all the vital areas. 

I simply gave up and laughed out loud. Carla and her entourage began to sort some of the clothes out on the bed. The four girls acted as if I were a life-sized Barbie doll.  

They slid a fresh pair of black-laced French-cut pants into place. 

I was pleasantly surprised as the crotch eased up between my new lips. 

A matching underwire bra was supporting my boobs, and a cincher was pulled tight, nipping my waist down to a petite 20 inches. 

The garters hung down from the beautiful yet brutal satin wrapped around my waist as black silk stockings slid up my legs. 

The girls then slipped a gown over my head. I was a royal blue tea length with a sheath bodice. My new cleavage was diffused by a little lace trim. I sat on the edge of the bed and Carla placed a pair of satin pumps on my feet.    

"The heels are 6 inches, but with the 1-inch platform you should be OK,  and they are so sexy."    

The girls then guided me to the vanity and began to make me over.  Bobbi worked my hair atop my head exposing my neck.  

Carla and the other two giggled as they applied the magic to my face.  

My nails were shaped and polished.  

Diamond drop earrings were put in my earlobes and a matching necklace was draped around my neck.  

A touch of "White Shoulders"  perfume was dabbed on my neck, in my cleavage, and behind my knees. The girls then dragged me back to the full-length mirror.  

I couldn't believe that the person looking back was really me.  

There was no clue that I was ever anything but the beautiful woman that I now was.    

My head was reeling as I swung around to face Bobbi. She was down on one knee. "Leslie, a vast emptiness has been filled by your light. I want us to share a life together, the good times and the bad. 

Please say that you will join me in my journey called life. Our souls are stronger as one." 

She took my left hand and slipped a diamond on my ring finger. 

"Leslie, this ring signifies my undying love for you. It has no beginning and no end. Tell me that you will be mine until the end of time." 

My mind was racing, the overload of emotion rushed my brain, and the world faded.        

"Miss Leigh, we're here." 

It was Bobbi's voice that brought me back. "Bobbi?" 

"Yes, Miss Leigh?" 

I suddenly realized that I was in the limo. A quick assessment revealed that I was just good old Mr. Les Leigh. "I'm sorry, Bobbi, you caught me in the middle of a dream." 

"I'm sorry, Miss Leigh, but the ship leaves in an hour. It's time for us to board and start that vacation."

 "Bobbi, are you going to be on the cruise?" 

"Yes, I will. In fact, my cabin is right across from yours. Why do you ask?" 

"Perhaps we could get together for dinner?" 

"I'd love that, Miss Leigh. Let's get going before they sail without us." She opened my door and we walked towards the SS Jorgenson. 

As I got closer, I couldn't help but wonder about my dream. It was just a dream, wasn't it? I'll send you a postcard when we dock. The weather is here.

Wish I was Beautiful!